Trap. Snap him at any terms.
Enter Rover.
Rover. Gentlemen, your most obedient—The waiter told me—
Lamp. Sir, to our better acquaintance. [Fills.]
Rover. I don't recollect I have the honour of knowing—
Lamp. Mr. Rover, though I am a stranger to you, your merit is none to me.
Rover. Sir. [Bows.]
Lamp. Yes, sir, my name is Lamp: I am manager of the company of comedians that's come down here, and Mr. Trap is my treasurer, engages performers, sticks bills, finds properties, keeps box-books, prompts play, and takes the town.
Trap. The most reputable company, and charming money getting circuit. [Apart to Rover.]
Rover. Hav'n't a doubt, sir.